Sadie’s POVMiss Galloway interrupted me as I went to the door.“Where do you think you’re going?” she demanded, her voice stern.“To my room,” I replied. My legs trembled beneath me, tired and sore from the strenuous afternoon.“I have materials for you to review,” she said, thrusting a massive book at me. I glanced at the title: A History of Lycan Etiquette. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Sit at the table and study through dinner, since I’ve forbidden you from eating this evening as punishment for failing your first etiquette assignment.”I took the book and nodded obediently. I was so tired and hungry, I doubted I’d be able to read a thing, let alone absorb it. But I was trying hard to be a model student, so I sat down at the small desk, in a rigid, proper posture, and opened the book.The moment Miss Galloway left the room, however, I stood up and hobbled over to the comfy, oversized lounge chair in the corner. I sank into the chair, ignoring decorum for a moment. I splayed
Sadie’s POVI wandered down the halls, my legs weary, eager to get back to my quarters so I could rest. I couldn’t believe I’d already failed – it was only my first day in the Royal Palace. What would the rest of my lessons be like? Was I destined to face a stream of failed lessons and brutal punishments? My stomach growled. Would I starve to death? It had barely been twenty-four hours since my arrival, and I’d already accidentally exposed a family secret: Prince Arlo and Princess Delilah’s relationship. I’d failed an etiquette lesson, my first one, and I’d upset the Prince by not meeting his expectations.Was I doomed to fail miserably at my Luna training? And I still didn’t understand who this Albion family that everyone kept talking about was? Some of the maids hated me, I’d made an enemy of Princess Delilah, and just last night, Prince Arlo had pinned me to his bed. What would Prince Griffin think if he knew that?I felt utterly defeated as I dragged myself through the halls. I mi
Sadie’s POVI was in a world of trouble. Of all the rooms I could have chosen, why did I have to stumble into this one. He took a slow sip of his drink, his lips still twisted in a sardonic smile. He said nothing, which only made me all the more uncomfortable.What was he thinking? Was he going to torture me? Kill me? How far would he go to protect his secret? I didn’t know, but maybe I could still get away. My back was still pressed against the door. I forced a nervous smile and stammered, “I-I just happened to pass by and accidentally came in.”I kept my eyes locked on Prince Arlo’s as my hand crept up behind me, where he couldn’t see it. I fumbled for the doorknob. If I could just find the doorknob and twist it open, I might have a chance to escape.But he met my eyes with a piercing gaze. Slowly, he set down his drink with a clink on the table. My hands groped the door. Where the hell was the doorknob? My palms were sweaty with fear. He rose from his chair and started towards me
Sadie’s POVWhat the?!My eyes flew open wide as the bold, intoxicating taste and scent of red wine invaded all my senses. I could smell it, taste it, feel it.It was the same scent from last night. I was in utter shock! His lips stayed pressed against mine, hot and titillating. But I didn’t want to kiss him. I couldn’t believe this was happening! This was my first kiss! My first kiss ever…and it was with my fiancé’s uncle!Before I could fully process the gravity of that kiss, his strong hands gripped my hips. Effortlessly, he lifted me off the ground. With a forceful grip, he spread my legs and positioned them around his waist. I instinctively reached out and wrapped my arms around his neck to keep myself from falling.He was holding me now, my back pressed up against the wall, my arms around his neck.For a brief moment, my body was on fire, every nerve ignited by the sweet sensation of red wine. But the moment I realized my legs were clamped tightly around his waist, a wave of e
Sadie’s POVI ran breathlessly through the corridors toward my room, and by some miracle, I didn’t get lost this time. But as I turned down the hallway to my bedroom, I noticed a group of maids gathered outside my bedroom door. I stopped running and my heart sank.Was Princess Delilah waiting for me in my room?I slowed my steps and cautiously approached.As I approached though, I heard a voice call out from inside the room.“She’s not back yet?”It was a familiar male voice, and a moment later, my bedroom door opened and Prince Griffin stepped out into the hallway.Our eyes instantly locked and he motioned with his hand at the maids huddled together in the hall.“Leave us,” he ordered them, his eyes still fixed on mine.“We would, your highness,” one of the maids said, bowing respectively. “But we’ve been instructed to take Miss Sadie’s measurements.”Prince Griffin’s eyes left mine then and darted to the maid. He waved her off dismissively“I’ll handle it,” he said, his tone carryin
Sadie’s POVThe flavorful meat flooded my mouth. I was so hungry and it tasted like pure heaven. I glanced over at Prince Griffin though, his eyes scanning the pages of his book, and couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sadness. I knew I should feel grateful. After all, I finally had food. Prince Griffin had arranged all this for me, knowing I was starving. He’d even snuck the meal into my bedroom. Even if he had done it purely out of a sense of obligation, I should be appreciative. At least I wouldn’t have to go to bed hungry tonight.But instead of gratitude and relief, an inexplicable ache settled into my chest. It wasn't something I could easily put into words, but the bittersweet feeling dulled my appetite. I no longer wanted the juicy roast meat and colorful vegetables, even though my stomach was still empty. I began picking at the food slowly, moving the roasted broccoli around on my plate with my fork.Prince Griffin glanced up at me occasionally from his book but he didn’t rus
Sadie’s POVNow?My thoughts whirled around in my head like a tornado. ‘I’ll need to get used to it?’ What did he mean by that? So…we were going to live like a real married couple? I’d have to do…intimate things…with a man who didn’t even love me?He held onto me, the heat of his chest emanating through the fabric of my dress. The thought of doing ‘those things’ with him made my stomach turn and sent my heart into palpitations. No. This wasn’t right. He was holding me, his hands on my waist. He was too close. I could feel his hot breath on my cheek.I abruptly grabbed Prince Griffin’s hands and pried them off my waist, bolting out of his hold.“No,” I blurted out. My voice was shaky but I couldn’t help it. “I-I’m not ready.”Prince Griffin looked at me, his brows furrowing in disbelief. “You’re refusing me?” His tone shifted with the question. It was no longer calm but instead it edged with authority. I wrung my hands. The weight of his tone made me even more nervous. I knew that de
Sadie’s POV“Where’s Maid Celeste?” I asked, eyeing the maid cautiously. She bowed her head, gave an awkward little curtsey, then came forward. She fiddled with her skirt in a nervous manner as she spoke.“Head Maid Celeste had other matters to attend to. She assigned me to assist you.” Her voice was shaky and her eyes held a worried look, as though she was expecting some sort of cruel reaction from me.“That’s perfectly fine. Come,” I said, waving her over. I didn’t care who took my measurements – as long as it wasn’t Prince Griffin. The feel of his hands on my hips flashed through my mind. The heat of his chest. His cold, intense eyes.I pushed the thought from my head. I would think about that later, when I had more time to sort it all out in my head.The maid approached me and I stood from the bed. She helped me undress, diligently placing my dress on the bed. Then she took out the measuring tape from her pocket.I cooperated with the maid while she measured me. She wrapped the ta
Sadie’s POV“Griffin, can you please leave me and Delilah alone for a moment?” I asked. His face fell and he shook his head.“Why?”“It’s personal,” I told him. I wasn’t afraid of Princess Delilah anymore. When she found out what I was going to do, she would no longer be a threat to me.“I don’t want to leave you. Not even for a minute,” Prince Griffin said, squeezing my hands. My heart fluttered at his words. He was so different now that we were confirmed mates. Perhaps this side of him had always been there, he’d just been holding back because he wasn’t sure about us. But now that he was sure, he didn’t need to restrain himself any longer.“Please,” I said to him. “It will only take us a moment.”He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “I can’t deny you anything,” he sighed, his breath hot on my forehead. “Take your time, my love. I’ll be waiting right outside the door.”Then he rose from the bed and strode right past his sister. As soon as the door clicked shut, Princess Delilah came
Sadie’s POVPrincess Delilah stormed into the room. She took one look at me and her brother sitting closely together on the bed and her eyes flew open in shock.“What are you doing?” she demanded.“Sadie is wounded. I’m healing her,” Prince Griffin said as though licking someone’s wounds were a perfectly natural occurrence.Princess Delilah must have known I was back at the palace. Why else would she be in here? I didn’t know how much she knew though. Did she know that Prince Griffin, her own brother, had saved me?I didn’t know what to do. Princess Delilah narrowed her eyes, giving me a threatening look. She was trying to intimidate me.“Why are you here?” Prince Griffin asked, his voice dry. “This is my personal bedroom, Delilah. You have no right just barging in like this.”“I have every right,” she replied haughtily. “I demand to speak to Sadie at once.”She stood, her hands on her hips, glaring at me. I shuddered. Prince Griffin didn’t know yet that his sister was behind all of t
Sadie’s POVI felt Prince Griffin’s lips hovering just inches from mine. Instinctively, I tried to pull back, but his broad, warm hand slid to my waist, holding me firmly in place.His touch was gentle yet resolute as he guided me back onto the bed, his movements deliberate and unhurried. The intensity in his gaze burned like a roaring flame, locking onto me with a heat that made my breath catch.I wasn’t sure what he was going to do. All I could do was wait, my entire body on fire in anticipation. Then, his soft, moist lips brushed delicately over the wound on my collarbone.His lips were electric. “Mm…” A sound escaped my lips before I could stop it, a quiet moan born of pure instinct. Had I just made that sound? I couldn’t believe I did! My cheeks flushed and embarrassed, I pressed my lips together tightly, determined not to make another sound.Turning my head to the side, I avoided looking at Griffin’s dangerously handsome face. Instead, I choose to focus on his arms braced on eit
Sadie’s POVPhysical intimacy?My face flushed at the words. I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I had a few guesses. This was really what the physician had recommended. That Prince Griffin and I become…physically intimate with one another. “What exactly do you mean?” I couldn’t help but ask, my voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.“Take off your clothes,” Griffin said seriously.For a moment, I thought he was joking. He couldn’t be serious. He couldn’t honestly expect me to undress myself in front of him. I’d never been naked in front of man before. Surely, he was just kidding, trying to lighten the serious mood. But the unwavering look on his face told me he was doing no such thing.In fact, his expression told me there was nothing funny about this, not to him. “But I’m injured… I can’t—” I stammered. My body was a mess. It was covered in bruises and whip marks. This wasn’t exactly the way I imagined my body would look the first time I exposed it to a man. Even if I
Sadie’s POVMy wolf?My mind flashed back to the room at the whorehouse where I’d been tortured. For a brief moment, Magenta had appeared to protect me. She’d tossed the rogue off of me and my heart had swelled at the sound of her voice. But the moment had been fleeting. As quickly as Magenta appeared, she vanished again. I’d been frantic, desperate for her to stay with me. But she needed time. Yes, that’s what Magenta had said.Prince Griffin’s sharp voice broke through my thoughts. “How did you sense your first mate?”“My wolf felt him,” I replied cautiously. I found his question a little odd, but he obviously had somehow found out about my wolf.“So you do have a wolf?” Griffin pressed, his gaze piercing. I averted my eyes. I could tell what he was thinking. If I had a wolf, why didn’t I tell him? But that was the problem. I couldn’t tell him before. And my inability to tell him had been one of my biggest struggles here at the castle. It was also the reason Prince Griffin was disap
Sadie’s POVWe drove back to the palace and when we got there, Prince Griffin opened the door and lifted me out of the car. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he carried me back through the palace door. I wasn’t sure where he was taking me, but I soon recognized the familiar pictures hanging on the wall of his corridor.Inside his room, he gently placed me on the bed and immediately called for the royal physician. Moments later, the physician burst into the room, his medical bag in hand.“What happened?” the physician asked, his eyes wide at the fragile state of me.“She was tortured,” Prince Griffin said. “Examine her at once.”The physician nodded and approached me. He did his examination as carefully as he could, but even the soft touch of his hands made me grit my teeth in agony.“Here love, take this,” he said with sympathetic eyes. “It’s for the pain.” He placed a small pill on my tongue. I gratefully swallowed it down, praying it would provide a quick respite to the constant
Sadie’s POVI was so grateful that Griffin had saved me but I felt protective of him. Princess Delilah’s secret was dark and I didn’t want Prince Griffin to have to face the ugly truth or to witness anything I myself couldn’t bear to see.In fact, it was something I didn’t want to face at all. I didn’t know whether or not the rogue knew Princess Delilah’s name, but I decided to intervene. It was best if Prince Griffin didn’t know.“Griffin,” I murmured softly after a long silence, my eyes still tightly shut.I felt Prince Griffin immediately move to my side. He waited quietly for me to speak again.“My wounds… they hurt,” I said weakly. It was the truth, my wounds burned and stung and throbbed, but they’d been like that this entire time. I only brought attention to my wounds in that moment to distract Prince Griffin. I was hoping that his concern for my injuries would make him leave this awful place quickly, without ever finding out that his sister was behind all of this. If Prince
Sadie’s POVI opened my eyes, just a crack, to caution a quick peek, but the moment I did, I wished I hadn’t. The room was a blood bath, mangled pieces of the rogues everywhere. It was one of the most horrifying things I’d ever seen. I slammed my eyes back shut and vowed to not open them again.“I want answers,” Prince Griffin demanded. “And I want them now. You saw what I did to the other rogues. I have no problem ripping off your hands too if you don’t start talking.”The rogue stammered. “I was just… just following orders! My boss told me to pick up the delivery, that’s all I know. You’re asking the wrong person.”“Delivery?” Prince Griffin asked.“Yes,” the man said, his voice riddled with fear. “Someone sold her to our auction house. They… they told us to break her in first…”“Break her in?” Prince Griffin interrupted. I could tell by his voice that he didn’t like the sounds of those words. “What do you mean by ‘break her in’?”“She… told us to torture her…”My mind flashed back
Sadie’s POV“Which hand did you use to touch her?” Griffin’s icy voice cut through the air, laced with authority that made it impossible to ignore.The rogues looked positively horrified. I didn’t blame them. Prince Griffin’s authority hung so thickly in the air it was almost as if we could touch it. I couldn’t see it because I still had my eyes shut tightly. But I could feel it. “I-I didn’t… I swear, I didn’t—” one of the rogues stammered. I peeked my eyes open for a split second and saw that the rouge was trembling.Griffin glared at him. I shut my eyes again. “Lying won’t do you any good now,” Griffin replied, his tone as cold and final as death itself.I could imagine what the rogue looked like in that moment. He was likely wringing his hands in front of him, his face pale. “I... I’ll give up my left hand! As punishment… please, let me go. I don’t want to die. I’m begging you.” I heard the rogue plead desperately, his voice breaking at the end of his sentence.His left hand? Had